Free Web NovelChapter 119: Chapter 119: Feng Yanshen is seducing her
Her face heated up instantly. She felt dizzy. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
She swallowed.
Then came his voice, which was low, amused, and faintly smug.
"...Do you want to touch them properly?"
He lifted her hand slightly and pressed it flat against his chest on purpose.
Yue Yue’s brain exploded.
Her eyes snapped open wider. "N-No! No, no, no!" she stammered, pulling her hand back in panic.
Except...
Her fingers didn’t move fast enough.
They lingered for a brief, dangerous second.
Her gaze slipped downward again, completely against her will. The lines of his body were clear even beneath the thin fabric of his pants. His clothes did nothing to hide his form.
Her thoughts went completely out of control.
Stop looking.
Stop it right now.
But her traitorous eyes refused to listen.
R-rated thoughts flashed through her mind, one after another. The realization made her whole face turn red. Heat rushed up her neck, burning her ears.
She snapped her head to the side, covering her face with both hands.
"I...I didn’t mean to!" she blurted out. "I was just... I came to...!"
A soft chuckle sounded above her head.
She didn’t dare look.
"You barged into my room," Feng Yanshen said calmly. "And now you’re embarrassed?"
"I thought you weren’t here!" she said quickly, still refusing to meet his gaze. "You should at least wear proper clothes!"
He raised a brow slightly. "This is my room."
That only made it worse.
Yue Yue squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to calm herself. This was not why she came back. She had important matters to settle.
She straightened her posture, forcing herself to regain control.
"High Priest," she said seriously, finally lowering her hands. "I came back because of Han Soi."
The amusement in his eyes slowly faded.
Now, he was listening.
"What about him..." He drawled his voice in a low, sexy voice.
Feng Yanshen looked at Yue Yue’s flushed and flustered face quietly.
Her breathing was uneven. Her eyes were bright with anger, embarrassment, and something she absolutely refused to acknowledge. The sight stirred something deep inside him, something dangerous.
A sudden thought crossed his mind.
Before Yue Yue could react, Feng Yanshen lifted his hand and pressed it against the door behind her.
Bang.
Her back hit the door as his arm caged her in.
Her eyes widened.
He leaned closer, lowering his head so their eyes met directly. He was much taller than her, and the way he bent down to meet her gaze made her heart jump violently. His presence completely blocked her escape.
His voice dropped, deep and slow.
"Does my female want to look at my body," he asked calmly, "before deciding whether she wants to take me as her husband?"
Yue Yue froze. Even forget her purpose for coming here.
Her mind blanked out.
"What kind of logic is that?!" she snapped, though her voice lacked strength. "Why would I..."
But her eyes betrayed her.
They flickered again, unwillingly, toward his bare chest.
Feng Yanshen noticed.
He did not look embarrassed in the slightest.
Instead, he straightened up a little, calmly brushing his long hair back with one hand. His shoulders broadened naturally, his posture relaxed yet confident, as if he was deliberately presenting himself.
He even rolled his shoulders once, muscles shifting beneath his skin.
Perfect.
Yue Yue’s breath caught.
She stared. She didn’t say a single word.
A low chuckle escaped his lips.
"Is this not enough, female master?" he asked leisurely. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
The words hit her like thunder.
"W-What did you call me?" she demanded.
"Female master," he repeated smoothly.
It was a word used by beast husbands when they tried to please their chosen mate. It was both offensive and intimate...something meant to provoke and tempt at the same time.
Yue Yue felt her scalp tingle.
He used the term deliberately.
Feng Yansheng, the mighty High Priest of the Temple, a man of the highest status and untouchable dignity, had never imagined himself uttering such a word.
Yet, looking at her, he realized he was willing to go to any length to secure his place by her side.
She looked utterly bewildered, her mind seemingly short-circuiting at the shift in his demeanor.
Seeing her "brain-dead" state, Feng Yansheng decided to push the boundary even further. He did something that shattered her stupor and made her scream.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, his gaze darkening with intent.
"Does the female master wish to see the rest? Perhaps it will better satisfy her appetite," he challenged.
As he began to pull the fabric down, revealing the base of his..., her eyes widened in pure shock. She lunged forward, not to help him, but to frantically pull his pants back up.
That was it.
Yue Yue screamed.
"What are you doing?!" she shouted, panicking as she slapped his hand away. "Are you insane?! Do you have no shame at all?!"
Her questions poured out one after another, sharp and breathless. "Are you really the high priest? Are you insane? Are you crazy?!"
She tried to push him away with both hands.
But he didn’t move.
Feng Yanshen only laughed softly, clearly amused.
"I’m simply trying to please my female master," he said calmly. "So she will find me worthy of becoming her beast husband."
Her jaw dropped.
She was completely speechless.
If she could, she would have smacked him.
She had never imagined...never in her entire life that this man was capable of such shameless teasing. The image she had of him shattered completely.
This man was not just a devil anymore.
He was a devil fox. Sly, seductive and dangerous.
"You...!" she whispered angrily, pushing at his chest again.
He finally stepped back half a step, allowing her some space, though his eyes still burned with amusement.
"I’m willing to go any length," he said lazily. "Why is the female master so angry?"
Then he leaned closer again, his voice dropping into a low whisper meant only for her ears.
"Or... does the female master want to be the one to strip me herself?"
That did it.
Smack.
Yue Yue slapped his shoulder hard and shoved him away with all her strength.
"Get out of my way!" she shouted, her face burning red.
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him again, her heart pounding wildly.
Behind her, Feng Yanshen laughed quietly, deeply.
Feng Yanshen’s eyes darkened as he watched her struggle. He realized he had pushed her to her limit, and for a brief second, he intended to step back and allow her the space to calm down.
However, his ears suddenly twitched. He sensed someone approaching.
Before she could move an inch, he lunged forward, his arm snaking around her waist to haul her flush against his body.
The sudden movement caught her off guard. Fearing she would fall against his towering frame, her instincts took over; she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to steady herself.
He used the momentum to pin her firmly against him. Just as she opened her mouth to scream, he dipped his head and silenced her with a kiss.
It was a soul-sharing kiss...deep, heavy, and overwhelming.
